Page 21 of A Season Of Sin

His moans vibrate up and down my shaft and straight into my balls as Gracie fingers her husband.

“Add another one, sweetheart,” I instruct, and Jace’s nostrils flare as she fills him like the obedient bunny she is. So sweet and soft and perfect.

Looking into his eyes, I fuck Jace’s mouth.

“You’re doin’ so good, handsome, suckin’ a cock for the first time.”

He moans, and those tears leak out of the corners of his eyes.

“So fuckin’ good, Kid. So good.” I rock my hips and slowly drag myself to the cliff of no return.

Praise pours from my soul to both of them, my Kid and good girl. They follow instructions so well that when I order Gracie to add a fourth finger, she doesn’t question me and fits them inside.

Jace whimpers around his mouthful.

“You’ve got this, Kid. You’re doing so well taking those fingers. Do they feel good in your ass, sweet boy?”

Jace nods just a tiny bit, and his eyes shut for just a moment.

“Do you want my cum in your mouth or ass, sweet boy?” I whisper, testing the endearment out again to see how he takes it. Pulling my shaft out, I smear saliva across his abused lips with my cockhead and await his reply.

He pants and swallows thickly.

“What do you want, sweet boy?”

His bottom lip trembles.

“He wants it in his ass,” Gracie answers for us, and I don’t ask again. I slide off the sexy man and fit myself between his legs. Gracie removes her fingers, and I glide right inside. It’s a smooth, easy fit, as my saliva-soaked rod drives to the hilt. Then I still.

Jace, with his eyes wide and mouth rounded in an O, shudders, and cum erupts from his cock. Thick ropes hit my abs and his as his back arches off the floor, and he comes. It’s quiet. Far quieter than I expected. But when I touch his shaft, he cries out in soul-deep pleasure, and even more cum jets from his slit, filling my hand as I jack him.

Once he’s wrung dry and his body is soft and pliant, I fuck his ass. It doesn’t take long. A few gentle thrusts as Jace watches me. His dick soft, lying on his belly, surrounded in spend, his eyelids half-mast, lips swollen, he watches.

“I’m gonna come,” I grunt, driving to the hilt. I grab Gracie and draw her into a kiss as my balls draw tight, and I come, and I come, and I… fuck… I come… spilling into Jace’s tightness… Into his perfect body, as I groan into his wife’s mouth, into our kiss, into her sweetness.

When I’m finished, and his ass squeezes the last drop from my cock, I withdraw and collapse on the floor beside Jace.

Gracie joins me.

With me in the middle and them on either side, Jace folds his fingers through mine, holding my hand, and Gracie does the same.

Staring at the ceiling together, something in my chest shifts.

Something odd.

Something I’ve never felt before.

Something that feels an awful lot like home.

Fuck.

Five

Blinking up at our bedroom ceiling, I yawn and stretch both arms over my head.

Rolling my head to the side, I stare at my still-sleeping husband as the brutal outside wind rattles our windows. He looks peaceful—messy hair, pursed lips, lashes kissing his cheeks. So cute.

Slowly getting out of bed, I tiptoe to our attached bath, trying not to wake him. Thankfully, we redid the hardwood flooring upstairs shortly after we moved in, or the ancient creaks would’ve woken the entire neighborhood.